*illusional despair, written with a reflective smile*
Three
is to much they say
and it seems I lost the touch
yours
and in the general way
It's like I'm this little sailing ship
and he's a big strong cruiser
I fail to see what's left of me
when I'm sailing in his shadow
blocking out all my sun
if
you had to choose could I
at least be in the equasion?
but
it seems you already made up your mind
and are going for a cruise
like it seems so many others did to
and
while your on board and don't
want to be there anymore, you
can always come to me because
I'll probably still be alone
and
floating in the dark without
someone something to go to
drifting on the current of illusions
for
the wind in my sails has gone